It's Getting Old
It seems like every night I get this way-
Lost in broken thought.
Forgotten, all that went right
Lingering on failure and loss.
And it's getting old.
I'm sure I could have done that better,
I could have made it right.
If I'd just spent more time,
Given more of myself.
But it's getting old.
Too many long days pile up into a long, slow dance.
Too close for comfort,
Too hard to break free.
I wish and wish for the end
Because its getting old.
